Sea creature

The Jelly Fish stuck in the stand
I don’t think it enjoys being on the land,

The Jelly Fish yearns to be back in the sea,
Where it can swim, float, live and be free.

Instead it’s laying here hopeless right in front of me.

Scared to touch it, for fear I’ll be stung,
I’m wondering how this young Jelly Fish’s Journey even begun.

Did it sign up for a group excursion?
Or was it a family argument that led to their own diversion?

Dark blue in colour,
Much like St. Ives blue sea where it had become to be,
Drifted in and certainly not any duller.

Did they know?
Of was they feeling a little unsure,
Before they washed up here on the sea shore.

Was this all just a big game?
Does this blue Jelly Fish even have a name?
Will this poem give it a bit of ultimate fame?

I wonder as I watch it pulsate,
If it even remembers how all of this even became?